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“I’m coming on those perfect tits.”

“Oh, fuck, Ettore. Yes. Yes.”

“All over those tits and watching them drip with my come,” I groan. “Snap a fucking photo and jerk off to it every—fucking—night?—”

My thrusts turn so powerful her body starts to sway perfectly for me, all her curviness on full display. My dick is growing hot, shaft during with desire. Her hands fall aside, and she starts clawing at the desk as if for purchase.

When I feel her pussy clenching around me, I try to breathe slowly, remembering what she said. I need to save my come for those round gorgeous tits. She bounces up and down against me, riding my shaft, pressing and caressing my cock with her tunnel.

I don’t know how I don’t blow until she’s finished, but then it’s suddenly rushing at me.

“Fuck,” I groan, pulling out, jerking my cock hard.

“My tits,” she whimpers.

“No—time,” I gasp.

“Where?”

“Anywhere on your perfect body.”

My cock explodes all over her groin, but not inside her, dripping down her lips and beading in her asshole. She sits up, looking around the desk. I quickly grab a box of tissues and hand them to her.

“I’m shot, Mara,” I snarl, my hand still on my cock.

“What—you regret it?”

I’m stroking my hand up and down, feeling that tingle of lust already.

“No. I could fuck you again in a couple of minutes. Watching you wipe up that pussy has got me weak.”

She moans softly as she cleans up, then drops the tissue and stands so that her dress covers her. She quickly pulls up her bra.

“Get dressed,” she murmurs.

I stumble toward her, my pants trying to trip me up.

She holds her hand out. “Do I need to text you to tell you? Will that make it easier? Please, Ettore.”

I close my eyes. Breathe slow.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Calming myself down before I take you again, harder this time. Until you’re drenching my cock with your release. Give me a second.”

CHAPTER 23

MARA

Istand at the window, my arms crossed over my middle, looking down at the city. My head is still spinning from the lovemaking… no, the wild, adventurous fucking. It was absolutely amazing, the sort of intoxicating experience I never imagined I’d have before we started making eyes at each other.

All the close calls, all the near misses, all the tension—it snapped. I’ve never had orgasms like that before. Never even had more than one in a single instance. When he was going down on me, I was the one object of his unbroken desire. He was making hungry noises like he’ll never be able to get enough.

I need to focus. I need to get Sylvie from school soon. And I came here for a reason.

“Are you calm enough yet?” I ask.

He laughs gruffly. “Sure.”